And Rosaline they call her: ask for her;
And to her white hand see thou do commend
[159] This seal’d-up counsel. There’s thy guerdon; go. [Giving him a shilling.
160 Cost. Gardon, O sweet gardon! better than remuneration, [161] a ’leven-pence farthing better: most sweet gardon! I [162] will do it, sir, in print. Gardon! Remuneration! [Exit.
[163] Biron. And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love’s whip;
[165] A very beadle to a humorous sigh;
A critic, nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o’er the boy;
[168] Than whom no mortal so magnificent!
[169] This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;